Chapter Eleven:

The former Assistant Coach of Westerville High, Jon Marshall drove late into the night with his precious cargo trussed up in the back seat. He knew it was a risk to have him out in plain sight but he wanted to be near the boy. He made sure to cover the younger man with a blanket so that only his beautiful black hair was visible. Oh man he could wait to run his hands through the boy's hair. Its been too long since he'd done that. He frowned at the thought of so much time with the boy was missed. But now he had all the time in the world to spend with him. Time to get to know him again. Time to see and to touch.

The coach shivered at the mere thought of touching that body. He glanced in the rear view mirror and a slow smile slid across his features. He could remember the first time he saw the boy. He had just moved into the ritzy neighborhood. He was unloading his car when he heard squealing laughter coming from the house across the street. He looked up and spotted a boy around five or six years old running as fast as his little legs could carry him. Smiling at the child with the dark curls but the next moment his breath was taken away as a older boy who looked sixteen came strutting around the corner of the house.

"B, get your little butt back here."The dark headed boy yelled out at the little kid.

Jon Marshall stood there entranced by the beauty off the teenager in front of him. even though the box he was holding was getting heavier by the minute, he couldn't force himself to look away. Finally after both boys disappeared into their house, Jon moves as if to follow them. But caught himself before he crossed the street. He sighed, he'd have to bid his time. But while he waited he had plans to make. He smiled with anticipation as he headed into his new home.

The now much older Jon Marshall could not wait till he could get his hands on 'the boy' once again. Yes 'the boy' was much older now, was no longer the beautiful boy he wanted to consume, to own, but was in fact grown up and even more beautiful and alluring. Jon knew that he would have to take his time to ease the kid into his new life, but he just really wanted to have the boy now.

At long last the turn off to the cabin appeared in front of him. As he made the turn he debated how long he should wait. Should he wait till his hostage was awake? Of course he should, he wanted to taste the fear that he would no doubt feel. He knew he would be able to touch him soon. First he has to get the unconscious boy into the cabin, into the bedroom, into his bed. He couldn't wait, he smiled as delicious shivers zipped along his body.

He looked into the rear view mirror as he heard a moan from the back seat. Damn, it's too soon for his hostage to wake up. He still had to get the kid into the cabin. Jon quickly parked in the back of the cabin underneath a small wooden carport. He disappeared into the building then returned to the car. He hoped his charge wouldn't totally wake up while he was moving him. Just in case he prepared a syringe he'd gotten out of the medicine cabinet. He drew up a dose of a sedative, flicked the needle and plunged the needle into Neal's thigh, Jon waited for it to work before pulling Neal out of the car and into the cabin. He moved through the rustic hunting cabin into the only bedroom in the whole cabin and placed Neal on the full sized bed. Though he wanted to take his time, he quickly stripped the young man in front of him. He debated whether to leave him in t-shirt and briefs or strip him completely. He went with the later, looking his fill as he did. He shivered as he got his first real look at the grown up version of the teenager he fell for all those years ago. He sighed as there was no time to play right then, he still had a lot of things to take care of before play time. He quickly grabbed several pieces of rope from out of a bag sitting on a table at the foot of the bed. After tying the man securely to the bed, he shut the bedroom door and padlocked it. He went out to the car and grabbed his suitcase from the trunk, he strode back to the cabin and stopped on the porch. He breathed in the country air and smiled once more. If anyone was in the area or beyond the trees, they would have shivered with terror at the most creepiest laugh and the sound of shutting door that shot out across the wooded area.

Neal abruptly woke up and had no idea what had woken him. He breathed in and gasped for breath when his ribs protested the action. Tears of pain slowly made their way down his face as he finally got his breathing under control. Looking around he realized he didn't recognized this building, but the pain in his head became too much that he blacked out once more. The next time he woke the pain was less, he mused. Neal tried to sit up but realized he was tied to the bed. He stared down, realizing that man used rope. How the hell is he going to get out of rope? Especially the way they were tied tightly around his flesh? Not that he could get far with the injuries he sustained in the crash and his barefoot walk through the woods. He settled back down on the bed, closed his eyes and prayed that Peter and the team would find him...somehow. He thought about his friendship with Peter, the good times and the bad. He thought about Elizabeth and Moz. He shied away from any thoughts of his brother, but they snuck in despite his efforts.

Tears leaked out of shut eyes, slid down the sides of his face. Memories from childhood bombarded his mind. He didn't know if he would survive this in the end but he would try. He may not have his brother anymore but he still had Peter, Elizabeth, Mozzy and even June. That was enough to fight for.